Intentions

"I couldn't help myself."

"I think you did it on purpose." Ning Xue went weak all over from Bart's touch.

"You're my wife. It's only right that I do this."

"You stole me."

"That still makes you my wife."

"Why don't we find a chance to hold a wedding?"

"I don't want to have a wedding with you."

"You've misunderstood me. The person you see isn't the real me."

"Pah! You're nothing but a big liar."

"One day, you'll understand. I have my reasons too."

"Having your reasons means you can snatch me away?"

"This is fate between us."

"What fate is there between us?"

"Don't talk. Come kiss me."

"Mmmpf...!"

Yang Bo chuckled and gradually became more and more demanding. It had to be said that Ning Xue had a truly excellent figure. On top of that, she had practiced swordsmanship for years, so her skin was more elastic than that of other women.

After a round of kissing, Ning Xue went limp in Yang Bo's arms.

"Later, we'll hold a grand wedding and make all the other women jealous."

"You're already talking about other women. Are there other women in your heart? Don't go fooling around outside in the future. If I hear that you're flirting with some widow again, I'll snip it off with scissors."

"Yes, my wife." Yang Bo chuckled. You'll find out just how strong my physique is soon enough.

"Come on, my wife. Let's kiss again."

"No."

"Come on, come on." Yang Bo half-pushed, half-coaxed her into another kiss.

That kiss led straight to the bed.

"You ugly thing!" Ning Xue lay in Yang Bo's arms. That ugly thing had tossed her around until she was nearly falling apart, and even that had not been enough—he had made her use her hand too.

"Hehe!"